The smack-talking, the prognostication, the tinkering with lineups -- they've all led up to this moment.
Fantasy football season is upon us.
Let the dorkery begin.
With last Thursday's New York Giants-San Francisco 49ers matchup, fantasy team owners everywhere began their ritual firing up of computers, checking of their players' stats, rooting out their lineup's weak links and searching for the blue-chip talent that initially evaded their gaze.
Sure, the NFL is a big deal these days, and I suppose the guys who make up the "real" teams probably have much more of a vested interest in the "real" games they play.
But don't tell that to the thousands of fantasy team owners around the nation who, come every Sunday, prime themselves for their public or private-access, head-to-head or points leagues housed by sites like Yahoo.com and espn.com.
Now, I'm not going to sit here and extol the virtues of an Internet-free life, or give instructions as to how you can slip out of the life-sucking noose that is fantasy football.
How could I, considering that as I write, the homepage of Yahoo! private league #61541 is open on the computer screen before me?
Instead, I think it would be more appropriate if I shed some light on exactly what fantasy leagues are and how truly weird they are.